Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.,Xiao Ding was just a frail scholar, he couldn't withstand such a fatal blow to the neck. He first fell into a coma and then died on the cold hay in the stable.,After being blown by the cold wind, Xiao Quan's understanding of the world he was in gradually became clearer.。